Vince Staples - Vince Staples Freestyle: LA Leakers Freestyle #114 Lyrics
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    Vince Staples Freestyle: LA Leakers Freestyle #114

    [Intro: DJ Sourmilk, Justin Credible, & Vince Staples]
    Yes, sir! LA Leakers
    Justin Credible, Sourmilk

    That's right
    We've been invaded by Long Beach, man
    Long Beach is here!
    Long Beach!
    Our homie, for many years
    Many years
    Is stepping up
    Many years—second time the charm, right?
    Come on, man
    Second time around, Vince Staples
    We— We got cameras this time, hahahaha
    First time on the Freestyle series
    Let's get it
    Our guy is here, man
    Long Beach
    Mm, ahem
    Vincе Staples, let's get to it

    [Verse: Vince Staples]
    Yеah, plant the seed for the pollen, ignore the politics
    Problematic proud of it, automatic shot the whip
    Dropping shells from out of that window I felt like Common Sense
    Promise I did more for my niggas than them Obamas did
    Late-night stepping like "Thriller", you niggas dead to me
    Tagging Seventh Street, they scrubbed it off the wall like every week
    Famous city by the sea, the streets was cold I felt the breeze
    I rose from out the ruins, broke the mold and they neglected me
    Hitting licks, them crackers cracked the whip when they arrested me
    Tell the ofays I’m doing okay
    This the story of O.J
    Black against the white, I had to steal nigga
    My blood introduced me to this Cripping, I’m for real wit’ it
    If I was you and I was thinking I was next up out the Beach
    I wouldn’t hold my breath unless you Navy SEAL with it
    ‘Fore we go to war, you should take a proper gander
    See my money from Gardena to Gardere, Louisiana
    We was at Lil Weezy Ana (Woo!), came up off them Snack Packs
    50-cent for Shastas, Itchy blop' up in the backpack
    Little Caesar Hot-N-Ready box, we had to have that
    Made us heavy hitters off the block, I’m talking crack-backs
    Niggas say I fell off, that’s facts
    I guess you can say I fell off of the grid, you like the Netherlands?
    Football match in Madrid, this not the Meadowlands
    These lil’ niggas punch in the air, and still they never land (Haha)
    It’s like they writing with Geppetto hands
    If you see yo' perro in a jam can you help the man?
    Feel like De La Ghetto with the Prince cannon and the can
    Pressure low as Carmelito rent, do you understand? (Yessir)
    We spun around his block, he did the Running Man
    Shawty did the Lil’ Kim, missed him but we hit his friend
    Listening to "Many Men," living out my favorite songs
    They killed my lil’ homie ‘fore he got to see his baby grown
    And y’all wanna talk about practice
    Them suckers down the street get gunned up and clapped quick
    The suckers by the Beach get gunned up and clapped quick
    Run and point that .32 and make ‘em sicker than Magic, vóilà
    If I ever tap the side of his hat, it’s trauma
    You will never catch me slipping in traffic
    How you coming?
    Who put you on? Is you just claiming or you from it?
    These niggas out here blowing brains, y’all blowing budgets
    Rappers make me sick to my stomach
    We glorify who died and demonize the niggas who done it
    I thought we was thugging, niggas killed Jabari for nothing (Crazy)

    I thought we was thugging, niggas killed Jabari for nothing
    I thought we was thugging, niggas killed Jabari for nothing
    Come on

    I thought we was thugging, niggas killed Jabari for nothing
    Think I’m finna mourn a nigga over bars then you bugging
    That’s the real, but can you recognize? The revolution won’t be televised
    Them people had me slaving, left me hanging ‘til we severed ties
    I was better suited for the shooting
    Knew the reverend lies, so I don’t need your praises
    I don’t need appraisal for my shine
    Real diamond out the rough, you niggas in the lab
    I heard y’all out here cooking up, them crackers in y’all bag
    You say my name up in a song and I’ma kill yo’ ass
    And I ain’t talking rap

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